The Devil's Named Marmy

not sure where this came from, but it's dedicated to a woman who is, as the Chris Rock joke-line goes, trying to destroy me!"

The Devil’s Named Marmy

 

Smary marmy,

Marmed the bomb warbled dance-hall.

 

Sounds like a pin-drop,

Wee down garbage shoot bon-bon men and children

Fleeing

Godzilla attacks

In southern charm

And a high, squeak-squeak voice like an indecisive pig’s tail.

 

Smooth, smooth, smooth,

Baby’s bottom don’t got waddle-doodle on this mamma-jamma, mothafucka.

Smooth as ice tea, smooth as krispy kreme,

Smooth as your Cyalis machine on a warp-speed to you insured death.

 

She has a face like a Rip Torn glass case.

She never shows it when in a watershed place.

 

And that tail, ooo, like a spin-doctor’s book-keepin’ horn-swagglin’ bamboozlin’ shimmy-shangling Christopher Walking bat out of Arkham hell shitstorm!

Question comes simple and direct:

When’s this c**t going to die?  

Author's Note

this is only a first-draft, this is just my "had to pour the fuck out of me" draft)